Beorstone's face twisted, as though Cain had just told him his wife looked like a Highlander.
"You… want us… to work for you?" His words were slow, tasting each one like they were bitter.
"That's right," Cain said, folding his arms.
The mood changed nearly instantly.
It was as though he had just collectiveky insulted all their mothers.
The other dwarves muttered among themselves, voices low and heavy. Metal clinked as a few adjusted belts heavy with tools. Someone even spat on the ground.
Gungir didn't move. His eyes instead stayed fixed on Cain, as though he were weighing the words he had just spoken on invincible scales.
"Not even a thousand of these caves are worth our hands. Forget about it, Hooman." Grimdor said with a dark frown.
Beorstone seemed rather serious for the first time since the Dwarves landed on Urbus.
"He's right, kid. I can forgive the insult the first time because I know you know no better. But..."
